Rex
“I need to have words with Giulia.”
Rachel, still slumped against the desk, snorted then slurred, “You and whose army? She’s a law unto herself.”
I grunted under my breath. Not only because she wasn’t wrong, but because I zipped my dick away and it did not appreciate being caged back up.
Fuck.
I wanted in her again.
Scraping a hand through my hair, I heaved a sigh at the sight of her. Even in the dark, she was fucking beautiful.
“Do you know how pretty you are?”
In the dim lights from outside, I could barely catch a glimpse of her outline which was a tragedy. Leaning over, I flicked on the light, just so I could imprint her on my retinas, but as soon as I turned it on, I switched it back off again.
Hugging my desk how she was, I knew I’d never be able to unsee her like this. Every time I came in here, I’d remember this moment, and hell, if that didn’t paint a grin on my face.
She grumbled, “What’s with the light?”
“Wanted to make sure I didn’t forget this moment.”
She huffed, and my lips twitched because now that I saw that she was close to falling asleep again, it was tough to remember the urge that had seen me dragging her in here like I was a Neanderthal hauling his woman into their cave.
She was pregnant.
She was tired.
She’d worked all day.
I grimaced.
Those were the reasons why I hadn’t invited her to tonight’s party, but damn, she’d livened up my boredom when she’d strolled in, looking like sin and the promise of heaven all at once.
I smoothed a hand over her butt, tweaked it because I could, and murmured, “We should get home.”
“No, we need to show our faces.” She yawned, straightened up some. “I really didn’t intend to get fucked within five minutes of turning up.”
“Good to know,” I drawled, crouching down and helping her redress.
If there was cum on her pants, I’d probably cry. I needed to see her in them again. Maybe every year. On our anniversary.
Close to drooling, dick already hardening, I smoothed her panties along her legs, settled them on her hips, then drew up her pants and fastened the fly.
When she was decent, I felt my dick twitch as I said, “Going to be thinking of my cum drenching your pussy all night now.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Rach asked around another yawn.
“Mixture of both.” She didn’t sound pissed, just tired. I got to my feet, cupped her chin. “I was rough with you.”
She leaned forward, pressed her face into my chest, and her arms slipped around my waist. “You were perfect with me.”
I hadn’t exactly lost control, because control wasn’t something that often ‘left’ me, but I’d near as dammit let my total guard down.
Rubbing my nose against her temple, I murmured, “You didn’t have to come here tonight. I know your schedule was rough, and I checked the traffic on the way over. You were stuck for at least an hour in the fallout from that pile-up on the 495.”
“More like ninety minutes.” She yawned. “Is that why you didn’t tell me about the party?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Huh.”
“Huh?”
“Thought you were doing a Storm.”
“Hell, no. I just know you’re sleeping more and figured that was because of the baby. With the extra workload, you need your rest.”
“I do.” She sighed. “But Giulia was right to tell me. If we do this, maybe I don’t have to come again until I can hit seven PM without wanting to fall asleep?”
My lips twitched. “Wouldn’t think you’d like to party here.”
Rach shuddered. “God, no. This has never been my scene, but that doesn’t matter. It’s yours. You can come to my galas, and I can come here and act like your First Lady.” She squeezed me. “Give and take. That’s how we’ll roll, no?”
I grinned into her hair, appreciating that more than she could know. “That’s how we’ll roll,” I concurred.
When she tugged her arms free then grabbed my hand, I let her draw me out into the hall.
There were brothers everywhere because it was my ‘welcome home’ party, and I received a bunch of claps on my back, and Rach got a lot of goggle-eyed stares as if the men couldn’t believe she was here and that she was dressed like that.
Hell, I didn’t believe it and I’d just fucked her in that get up.
We made it back to the bar, I grabbed us some drinks, we wandered around, talked to a few people, had a couple of dances, and generally just hung out.
I had my eye on the clock, just waiting until I knew we could step out without it causing raised brows, but as my internal countdown ticked on, Giulia fucking Fontaine had to wreck that.
Out of nowhere, I heard raised voices.
I wasn’t unaccustomed to that, but these weren’t men; they were bitches.
On the brink of wading in, Rachel pressed a kiss to my mouth and told me, “I’ll deal with it.”
Too stunned to speak, I just blinked as she disappeared into the crowd.
She was wearing my cut, so I wasn’t concerned for her safety, but I was scared she’d end up getting hurt so I followed her through the mass of bodies toward the screeching.
When I realized it was Giulia and Kendra, I felt like groaning into my JD, but I’d admit, I hoped Rach was capable of containing this. I was sick of the fucking Posse and the shit they stirred.
“You fucking cunt, keep your goddamn hands off him,” Giulia snarled.
“Where the hell is Nyx?” Rachel demanded.
“Getting sucked off by Peach—”
Though Kendra deserved it, I winced when Giulia snagged her by the ponytail and jacked her head all the way back.
“Fuck, that’s hard enough to give her whiplash,” Steel commented beside me.
One by one, the council joined me as Rachel attempted to adjudicate a cat fight.
“My man knows that his dick’d drop off if he goes near any of you bitches, and not because you’re all diseased up to your eyeballs,” Giulia sneered. “I’d fucking chop it off before I’d let any of you gnaw on it—”
Kendra’s hand flew wide and she managed to score a hit—she slapped Giulia. Hard enough that her head whipped to the side.
Hell brewed in the she-devil’s gaze, but that was more than enough.
About to wade in, to stop this now—no one touched an Old Lady, a fact that was backed by my council surging forward—Rachel jerked her hand up in a classic self-defense move. One second, Kendra was crowing. The next, she was clutching her nose. A nose Rachel had broken.
At my side, Link whispered, “I got chillzzzz.”
I’d have laughed if I wasn’t furious.
“It’s electrifying,” Steel whispered back.
Before they could break out into the song, T-bird-style, Rach proved she wasn’t finished. Yet.
“You deserved that, Kendra,” Rachel lectured, sounding like she was talking to a naughty schoolgirl and not a clubwhore who didn’t know when to shut her fucking trap. “Things are going to change around here.
“Clubwhores have gotten away with shit for too long. You think you can talk smack to the Old Ladies and get away with it? You think you can slap one and there’ll be no consequences? This is your final warning.
“Anymore shit moves like this, instigating fights, telling Old Ladies that you’ve been fucking their men when that’s a downright lie, you’re out on your ass.”
Kendra glowered at her but shot me a beseeching glance.
Before I even had the chance to look away, Rachel had grabbed a hold of Kendra’s wrist, and she squeezed down around her fingers, effectively pinching her broken nose.
As Kendra squealed in pain, Rachel intoned, “Don’t look at the men. This is women’s business.”
There went my dick.
Before I had the chance to get more than a semi, Nyx appeared, his scowl making the crowd part like Moses and the Red Sea.
“The fuck is going on here?”
Rachel twisted around to glower at him, snagging Kendra by the ponytail to keep her in place when the bunny made to run off.
“Nyx, about time you showed your face. Kendra keeps on telling your pregnant Old Lady, your fragile, very vulnerable, Old Lady—”
“She does know she’s describing Giulia, doesn’t she?” Link questioned.
“I think so,” I jibed, amused.
“—that you’re fucking her. I thought you were going to deal with this.”
Nyx’s already dark scowl deepened. Blacker than black, he turned on Kendra and, in a tone so deadly that all his brothers stiffened, murmured, “When did I fuck you?”
She swallowed. “We always have fun, Nyxy. You know that.”
“I told you last time that if you keep making shit up about me, Kendra, shit that upsets my woman, you’ll start wishing you’d never been born when I’m through with you—”
“You’d never hurt me,” Kendra whined, her voice nasal thanks to her injury. “Nyxy, don’t say that.”
“Stop calling him Nyxy,” Giulia shrieked, her face bright pink and, Jesus, her cheeks streaked with tears. “He isn’t your fucking Nyxy. He’s MINE. No one else’s.”
“Baby,” Nyx rumbled, his arm sliding around her waist so he could haul her against his chest. His hand smoothed up and down her back, granting more of a PDA to the crowd than I figured he ever had before, which made his snarl all the more threatening.
“Kendra, I don’t want to see your face around here until that fucking nose of yours is healed.
” He cast me a look, one that said, ‘You’re trying to protect this piece of shit?
’ To her, he growled, “Get the fuck away from me before I throw you out.”
Rachel finally let go of Kendra’s hair, and with a sob, my half-sister scurried out of the bar, a bunch of bunnies following her, clucking and wailing all the while.
Pride filled me for what my woman had done, because that was a move that was First Lady material. I couldn’t stop myself from dragging her into me, pushing thoughts of my problematic kin aside, and claiming another kiss.
Claiming her, period, until none of the dumb fucks in this room could mistake Rachel Laker as anyone other than mine.